I stand hastily
wrapped around
in a filthy garment.
Perhaps it is
adequate; for I
am dormant.
You hesitate
to tread into
my frontier.
What is it in me
that you fear ?
The ruggedness
of my skin
or the sheer
hopelessness of my
ghastly grin ?
Fear not; I am just
a lonely scare crow.
Neither a friend
nor a foe !
Let us be water
6 years ago